*scrolling through instagram, sees @amymebberson‘s adorable mermaid post*
oh hey that’s so cute, i love mermaids! “welcome to #mermay” huh? That’s cool I-
SHIT IT’S MERMAY I TOTALLY FORGOT
*scrolling through instagram, sees @amymebberson‘s adorable mermaid post*
oh hey that’s so cute, i love mermaids! “welcome to #mermay” huh? That’s cool I-
SHIT IT’S MERMAY I TOTALLY FORGOT

Hi hello I made it safely through the Gauntlet of Moms
Me: finally decides to get my hair chopped off
A fucking thousand moms with their 3 kids: has the same idea
shooting my feelings into the void, don’t mind me
isn’t it great when you mom just wants to have a simple conversation that really means nothing except it means everything to her because it’s to distract her from the fact that your dad is gone and you realize that but also you’re dealing with your own feelings about other people who are gone because it’s that time of the year but you’re not the kind of person who chatters, you’re the kind of person who just wants to bury shit deep and not talk for a while, so you’re caught in this pull of “appease the mom” and “I NEED SPACE AND QUIET”
Person A: It’s unhealthy to eat after 7 pm.
Person B, eating cake at 3 am: Well, fortunately time is an illusion.
Do I Really Want My Hair That Short Or Do I Just Really Think Those Chicks With Short Hair Are Super Hot: a short story by me
Ami Mizuno was dead.
Mako herself would have thought, after a life like hers, that things like that would no longer bother her, at least not so deeply. We get used to whatever happens to us all the time, isn’t that true? She would say to herself, but the news of Ami’s death gave a low, hollow pain that she had felt so many times, but never found a way to get used to.
She looked down at her end of her bed, the blanket dipping back to the mattress where her knee used to be, and something about it felt right. A piece of her was cut off.
She felt at the ring on her hand, the one that stayed a solid gold band now, the one that had always shone with a bright green stone flanked by roses, but lay quiet now. Her senshi family were no longer senshi, not anymore, now they were just Usagi and Mako and Mina and Rei and…Ami, except there was no Ami, of course. Hard to remember that.
If you are no longer senshi, a dark part of her whispered, you are no longer family, either. You’re alone again.
She shook her head, as if she could shake the thought out. It wasn’t true. Things like that don’t just happen.
The most relatable thing about Hamlet is the way he uses strange and surreal dark humor and obscure humorous cultural references to cover up his deep despair, to the utter confusion and concern of all of the older people around him. Hamlet would love memes.
Shakespeare, scrolling through evil Kermit memes in heaven: I was born in the Wrong fucking era
Well those interviews were useless! Back to Ye Olde Jobbe Boardde